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A short poem about lovers kept apart by the veil between life and death. |
| Believing I can fly, could mean I die. But would that be the worst, because in a way I am cursed. Even when we’re close we are still two feet apart. Even when you’re this far away you will always be in my heart. When I fall, you will be the one I call. We will be together at last. We will be together fast. |